<3! Dan Harmon has a gorgeous, weird mind. He used to play for the competitive improv company that I'm a player in (it's an international company, so we didn't play for the same team/state but STILL!) and it's a point of pride for me. Also, Dean Pelton gifs all day every day.

You’re a humanitarian, is what you are.

Samesies. I love him so much.

This girl sang the song of my people. Fly free, you barefooted and much more comfortable angel.

Poor, beautiful, Dalmatian-obsessed Dean.

The word ‘restaurant’ lost all meaning to me. RASTERPANTS RICETERUMP RUSTYCUNTS.

I AM DYING THIS IS SO FUNNY. I saw this while wine drunk at a wedding yesterday and I made my friends listen while I read it out loud. Your story slayed, fyi. The image of a slowly creeping ashtray is terrible and beautiful.

True story. I love her.

THANK YOUUUU! I am sore and I drank so much wine and I feel like I won the wedding.

Watching someone’s kids for them when they're in a bind is an incredibly nice thing to do! There are few things more stressful than trying to coordinate a sitter you can trust at the last minute. You did a good thing! Plus, three year olds have so much energy and so many feelings, you're a trouper!

You’re just a wonderful human Sqarr. All my fellow greys, ilu!

GUYS. I am right now on a shuttle to a wedding and I’m going to drink all the parts of my face off. BUT I wanted to show off this AWESOME Batgirl that Sqarr drew for me! I made him draw Barbs Gordon with my glasses and nose ring and I love it and look at iiiit!

<3 I hope the weekend gets better!

Samesies.

I love this so much. I’m so happy right now. I am full of inexplicable joy.

NAH is succinct and perfect and encapsulates my feels exactly.

I’m sure it was a delicate, becoming snort.

This is everything I was feeling about this fancy inconsiderate man and I feel good and right and vindicated for not wanting to see it and for scoffing in JGL’s accessibly attractive but nonetheless intimidatingly charming face. Get out of here with your French accent and your pensive, imploring gaze. I want nothing…

I’m so sorry. Is your mouth frozen open in a forever scream of terror too?

Somewhere, underneath all my rage and cheese crumbs, hopefully.